arching woman


Nut is the Egyptian goddess of the sky and all heavenly bodies. Envisioned as as star-covered woman arching over the earth, Nut is the barrier separating the forces of chaos from the ordered cosmos in the world and is considered to be one of the oldest deities in the Egyptian pantheon.

As the mother of Osiris, Isis, Set and Nephthys, Nut is regarded as the mother of the gods and of all things living. She and her husband Geb are considered to be the givers of food and water, not only to the living but also to the dead. In this role she is seen as a protector of the dead. 

Canyonlands National Park sits under the desert sun nearly every day, but in the early morning hours when the air is cool and the sun is rising, a majestic glow of indigo filled this Utah valley with mist. The iconic Airport Tower can be seen in the distance, standing just behind the Washer Woman Arch. Photo courtesy of Sam Koerbel. 

Cuddling With...

Request: Cuddling with anyone tbh will be gr8 thank youu

A/N: Just some drabbles about a whole bunch of people I absolutely adore to be quite honest. 

Word Count: N/A

Newt Scamander-

“Please come back to bed, (Y/N)…” A sleepy Newt called out to you as he grasped around the bed in search of your warm body. You padded out of the bathroom and smiled at his adorable and pouty self. His brown curls were messy, eyes heavily lidded due to his half awake state, and the blankets were wrapped tightly around him. 

“I’ll coming, just had to use the bathroom, Newt.” You chided and slipped back under the covers, immediately curling into his side and he sighed in content. 

“Thank you. It was quite cold without you, love.” He murmured into your hair as his arms wrapped around your body, drawing you in as close as possible. His fingers traced delicate patterns on the small of your back as his lips pressed a small kiss on your forehead. You couldn’t help but giggle at how affectionate and cute he was half asleep. Your hands went up to meet his hair and allowed your fingers to weave through the soft locks. It was going to be a lazy day and you were perfectly fine with that if it meant spending time with your favourite Hufflepuff.

Queenie Goldstein- 

Your reading time was quickly cut off when Queenie took her place beside you and poked at your arm. You set the book down, turned your head to face the woman and arched your eyebrow.

“Yes, love?” You asked, though you already knew what she wanted. It wasn’t as if you could read her mind, but she’d only interrupt you while reading if she was in dire need of attention. She smiled sweetly up to you and moved to press a kiss on your cheek tenderly. You shifted all your attention towards her, forgetting about the book’s plot. ‘Save it for another time.’ You thought. 

“Just bored is all. You’re always spending time reading instead of talking.” She commented and rested her head on your shoulder. You chuckled and rolled your eyes before proceeding to wrap your arms around her.

“You got my attention. Happy yet, gorgeous?” You asked her.

“Yes I am.” She beamed. 

Sirius Black-

“Baaabeeee.” Sirius groaned, tugging at your arm childishly as you tried to finish an essay for potions. When you didn’t immediately respond to his pleas, he moved until you could see his face and pouted, complete with the loving-yet-annoying puppy dog eyes. 

“Ten more minutes, Sirius, okay? Almost done.” You mumbled, trying to ignore his cute facial expression because the minute you looked, you melted and give into his pleas. His voice was raised about three octaves when he said, “What?!” and you looked down at him, shrugging your shoulders. The boy shook his head and picked you up before you even knew what was going on. 

“No, I want to cuddle with you right now. Your potions essay can wait, it’s not even due for a few days.” He stated and set you down on the couch by the roaring fire. You allowed him to wrap his arms around your torso, already giving up at fighting against this. He was quite warm after all and maybe you could spare thirty minutes for Sirius’ pleasure. You laid your head against his chest and deeply inhaled the scent that could only be described as Sirius. He peppered kisses along your collarbones and you hummed at his affection. 

“Not so bad, is it, baby?” He muttered against your skin and you merely giggled in response. Not so bad, indeed.

Remus Lupin-

How you two ended up, limbs tangled together, with books strewn everywhere on the bed, was a mystery to you both. One minute you had been studying late into the night with each other, and then you two were cuddling. Not the worst thing to be doing on a chilly night, you had to admit.

“Remus…” You murmured to the boy as you gently tapped a rhythm on his chest while he rubbed small circles on your shoulder blades, relieving the tension that built up over the past few days. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you and pecked your nose.

“Yes, my love?” He acknowledged while tugging your body closer to his. 

“Just wanted to say I’m thankful for you, is all.” You chirped and kissed his jawline. He, in return, gave you a lazy smile and moved his head down to give you a proper kiss on the lips. You smiled against his lips, giddy for who knows what. Probably because you were with Remus and finally got to relax after a stressful week. 

“As am I.”  

Draco Malfoy-

“Draco, I’m cold.” You complained and opened your arms up, hoping he’d take the invite and come cuddle with you. When he didn’t look over right away, you pouted and let out an exasperated sigh. That got his attention and he looked over at you, eyebrow arched and a smirk adorning his lips.

“I’ll take care of that.” He drawled and approached you. The boy sat down beside you then moved your frame until you were resting comfortably in his lap. You giggled and began to pepper kisses along his jawline and neck. Draco responded by squeezing your waist and leaning his head back. 

“Warmer now,  princess?” He chuckled and lowered his head to capture your lips with his own. Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, brushing the platinum locks at the base of his neck. You pulled away from him and beamed. 

“Always warmer with you around, Draco.” With this statement, he pulled you closer to his body and nodded his head, content with your answer. You could hear him mutter a ‘good’ under his breath, making you smile. 

Want a second installment of this? Leave a suggestion for who else should be included for this mini drabble!

and as always

Have an idea on what you’d like me to write? Drop a prompt in my inbox and I’ll do my best to fulfill your request!

anonymous asked:

Supercorp could be a real cliché tatoo florist au where Lena is a passive agressive florist à la Luce in imagine me and you, and always happy Kara who does loads of really sweet sentimental tattoos whose really good with first timers but also super popular with bikers bc she can do hella good intricate sleeves and stuff.

It’s not just her job. It’s her craft. Her art.

So when she gets a request to tattoo a certain type of flower, she buys them, she takes them home. She studies them, she interacts with them. She gets a feel for their nuances and their character, and, when she’s ready, she’ll ink them into someone’s skin.

Sometimes, that someone is a newbie who’s nervous and shivering, who watches Kara’s colleague Vasquez ink someone else with a shudder in their spine and quaking in their voice. Kara will sit them down, will brew them tea. She’ll give them cookies. She’ll ask them what inspired them to put something so important, so beautiful, so unique, into their skin.

She’ll let them pick from a whole set of stuffed animals to hold while she works, and she sings softly, almost more to herself than anything else, while she does it.

Sometimes, the newbies are confused when they come back to thank Kara for the amazing job she did, only to see her laughing it up with bikers with intricate sleeves poking out of their cut-off jackets. They make her blush and she makes them laugh, but her art speaks for itself, and they speak to others, so they all keep coming back, because Kara Danvers gives one helluva badass tattoo.

But when her usual florist closes up shop to experiment with business in a city with less alien attacks, Kara finds herself wondering into a small boutique on the other side of town, on a mission to find the perfect lily as the muse for the appointment she has early next week.

“Excuse me,” she calls, adjusting her glasses and looking around the small shop.

She nearly trips over herself when the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen pokes her head out of the back room, a book in her hand and glasses perched just so on her face. The woman takes the glasses off right away and closes the book, careful to mark her page with her index finger.

“What can I do you for?” she asks with a tentative almost-smile, her Irish accent and the intensity behind her eyes making Kara gulp and adjust her glasses and try not to trip over her words.

Keep reading

My Fake boyfriend Part 9

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2146

Warnings: Just fuffly and maybe some aganst

Thank you @drinkfantasy you are the best

Originally posted by whohehellisbucky

You are in shock…

All happened in slow motion, one moment you are pushing Lucas away from you and the other Bucky is holding Lucas by his shirt lifting him in the air. Bucky punches him in the face, you can feel that Bucky didn’t use half of his strength and that he even pulled his punch back a little.

Sure Lucas would wake up in pain and with a black eye tomorrow, but Bucky could have killed Lucas with just a punch, after all he is a super soldier. Bucky drops Lucas on the floor and his expression soften when he looks at you “Are you okay?” He asks gently.

You nod and he takes your hand. You watch as Lucas gets up from the floor and all you can feel is rage because Lucas has a smirk on his fucking face. How dare him kiss you? Why did he think that he had the right to kiss you? For that moment you let the rage take over you.

Keep reading

Tale as Old as Time

Summary: Tony takes his daughter to watch Beauty and the Beast. Again. 
Relationship: Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader
Warnings: None. 

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

“Little town, full of little people…” The little girl sang on the edge of her chair and poked Tony’s arm for the 100th time in the whole movie. “Waking up to say…”

Tony sighed. It was his 8th time in a month there. He was visiting the theatre so much that everyone knew his face and Y/N’s and gave him the Beauty and Beast tickets before he would even say the name of the movie. 

‘Spend some time with your kid’, they said. ‘Take her to a movie’, they said. 

“Bonjour.” He said with the man that opened his window, and repeated the greeting several times. 

He already knew every single song of that Disney movie. 

Y/N sang with Belle without shame, completely unaware of her father’s boredom. Belle was definitely and without a doubt her favourite princess.  

“Song as old as rhyme.” Y/N sang to herself, her eyes wide as she watched the movie in front of her in the screen. “Beauty and the Beast…”

She leaned back down on her father’s shoulder and he sighed with an emotion she couldn’t describe. 

“What?” The woman arched an eyebrow at him. 


Y/N stared at him for a long moment and he rolled his eyes. 

“Well, it’s just… We watched this movie 15 times when you were a kid.” He reminded her. “And you’re an adult now. It is just… Nostalgic.”

Y/N chuckled and kissed his cheek. 

“Thanks for coming with me.” She whispered at him before looking back at the screen. 

“It is our movie.” Tony reminded her. “I couldn’t say no to you.”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

The reader is one of Dany's guards, dany has been flirting with the reader but the reader is oblivious and has been taking it as her being nice. Maybe one day dany asks her to help guard her from inside of her chambers (?)

“You called for me, My Queen?”

“Y/N,” Daenerys rose from her bed, two glasses of wine in hand, and offered you one, “have a drink and sit with me.”

“My apologies, Your Grace, but I don’t allow myself to drink when I’m on duty.”

“You aren’t on duty and your Queen commands you to sit down and have a drink.”

The platinum haired woman arched an eyebrow and you immediately took a chalice.  Satisfied, she went to the two chairs and table near her balcony doors, expecting you to follow her.  You did exactly as she knew you would.

“I thought you wanted me to stand guard at your door tonight, Your Grace,” you inquired cautiously and took a sip of your wine.  The fermented beverage tasted sweet and cool on your tongue.

“A reasonable assumption, but not quite correct.  Do you have any other guesses?”

“I don’t, Your Grace.”

“You haven’t…the slightest idea?” she cocked her head to the side, then rose slowly out of her chair.  You gripped your chalice tighter as she stepped closer to you.  You shifted slightly in your chair and your chainmail clinked lightly.  The queen noticed, but didn’t stop until her knees touched lightly against yours.  

“Don’t be nervous, Y/N.  You have no need for that.”

“Yes, Your Grace,” you replied, willing yourself not to stammer.  Your pulse was beginning to pound in your ears.

“I’m going to give you a hint.” 

You took another, much longer drink of your wine just before your queen reached up and released her long hair from its elaborate bun.  It fell below her shoulders and cascaded down her back and chest.  As it framed her face, you found her features slightly softened, but still absolutely ravishing.  

Daenerys leaned down until she could grip the arms of your chair on either side of you.  You pressed against the back of the seat as her face came mere inches from yours.

“M-my Queen…?”

Your heart was racing.  Hot blood flooded your cheeks and you wondered if she could feel the heat that was surely radiating off of you.


The reply came out almost like a hum.  She shifted her weight to one arm and used the other to reach up and begin undoing the strap of your chest plate.  

“Is this really appropriate, Your Grace?” you gasped quietly.  You reached up to grab her hand, but stopped short.  She was, after all, Daenerys Targaryen.

“As long as you aren’t opposed, it’s completely appropriate.  I’m the queen, aren’t I?”  Her fingers finished the strap on your right shoulder and she switched to the left.  She turned her gaze from the armor to your features and a hungry smile flashed across her lips.  “Do you wish for me to stop?”

“I…I don’t, Your Grace.”

The smile grew wider.

anonymous asked:

So do you just not like Harry? You're a Larrie but never blog Harry. I may or may not stalk your tags. just admit you're a Louie instead.

Well hello there anon! Lissen, it’s been a week now and I didn’t know how I was going to answer this but here i am two ciders cider+whiskeys whiskeys in and I’m going to tell you a story you never asked for. The story of how I first became acquainted with One Direction. Here we go: 

I will freely admit that before last year I had no clues who the halibuts One Direction even was. All I basically knew was that they were that boyband who sang a song about Little Things that my 16-year-old cousin made me watch six times once. And yes, though I do love me a boyband (BBMAK RIP), I was an un-woke fool and so I made my best “that’s amaahzing sweaty” face anytime she or anyone brought them up. end of backstory. 

cut to: December 2015
I went out for drinks with a bunch of co-workers and made a friend with a nice English woman who someone had brought along. She kept starring at me and looking away and putting her hand over her mouth and pushing me like “GET OUT OF HERE GYSPY” and about half way through telling her about my passion to seriously get dinosaurs trending in the fashion world I just stopped talking because her face kept doing this:

and I looked down to see if i’d dropped food on myself but I hadn’t and she was like “I’m so sorry…it’s just that you remind me so much of someone and it’s kind of freaking me out.”
to which i said “OOoOooOOoo! WHO IS SHE?”
nice English woman: “Erm it’s a boy”
me: “It’s always a boy”
nice English woman: “It’s Harry Styles”
friend of nice English woman: “SHE WOULD KNOW”
nice English woman: “He’s so quirky”
me: “I’m pretty sure that’s naht a compliment”

anyway, she told me I needed to go home and youtube him and the band and just left me with a “you’ll see”. 

and I swiveled violently towards the camera and shouted:


long story short, I made the mistake of watching more videos (x-factor diaries FUUHHH I KNOW BIRTH OF A LARRIE) and realised the reason I was so offended was because I eventually saw it… i saw why the nice English woman said this about me and why people have continued to say this about me and my fashion sense:

Someone actually printed this out and hung it up on a wall at work once (sans heads - I added those heads to protect both our identities) cos I wore this outfit the same day this hoe did and they thought it was funny to call me out (I totally wore it first). 

So, do I see Harry Styles as my personal arch nemesis? yes, yes i do. Will I continue to be embarrassed by him because he is a reflection of all my weirdness? yes, yes I will. Will I ever stop yelling at him in my tags? probs naht. Do I avoid fonding over him because it makes me feel like I’m fonding over myself? Absolutely.

In summary, I basically have to love him because I really love myself but I’m also really humble so there’s that. If this all makes me a Louie then it is what it is.  

alright I’m done. Can we still be friends? good night and ALL THE HALIBUTS! 

anonymous asked:

5/10 sentenced - Supercat - Cat meeting Eliza for the first time and then staying in midvale in Kara's old room. NC x

“I’m guessing you weren’t exactly expecting that kind of welcome, did you now?” Eliza softly asked to a slightly emotional Cat Grant as they were sipping a cup of coffee on the porch, comfortably settled in the swing facing the ocean.

Cat took a few more sip of the black beverage before nodding, reluctantly showing that she was indeed overwhelmed by the simple but true affection Eliza had instantly offered, without judgment and without reservation.
Her voice was low and hesitant when she finally whispered “I am aware this is going to sound cynical but, I am so used to being judged and criticized … I have my doubts and my share of insecurities in this relationship and I was so … sure, you would share them and point them out to me, to try to discourage me, to push me away …”

Eliza nodded but stayed silent for a while, watching the sun slide ever so gently below the line of the horizon, plunging behind the ocean in an explosion of gold and orange shades that sparkled across the soft waves of the water.

Then, she smiled and explained “I admit, I wasn’t exactly thrilled when Kara finally revealed who was that mysterious person she was seeing but I learned to trust my daughters, both of them. They are strong women, kind and brave and they know what they want. My role now, as their mother, is to be sure they are happy and you, Cat, you make Kara happy. As far as I am concerned, this means everything to me. It’s alright to have doubts, it’s only realistic and you and I both know the world isn’t as bright and nice as Kara seems to believe it is but it doesn’t mean you are not allowed to be happy too, Cat. It doesn’t mean you should listen to your doubts and fears and let them get in the way of something as promising as your relationship with Kara.”

Cat stayed silent for a long while after that, too shocked and lost to make sense of the words she just heard. She knew, deep down, it was the truth but she had been living with her insecurities for so long now, it was hard to ignore them.

As if she had read her mind, Eliza added “It will take time, I know that but as long as you are giving yourself a chance … You will give Kara a chance and eventually, she will win you over. She’s kind of persistent, did you know that?”

The comment made Cat chuckle and she nodded “Oh yes, I’ve noticed.”

Both women smiled at each other before focusing back on the darkening ocean spreading before them to meet the sky as night started to fall.

Cat leaned against the door frame and took everything in, trying to imagine a teenage alien in this extremely human setting.

The bedroom was small but cosy, with a huge window encased in the slope of the roof in front of the door.

The wall behind the bed was painted in a dark gray color that seemed to absorb all the light but everything else was white, from the furniture to the walls and the only touch of colors, aside from the items discarded everywhere, could be found in the few pink and purple cushions set atop the natural bench carved underneath the window.

There were posters of various boy bands and pop stars pined on the walls, above the bed, above the small and white wooden desk and even on the doors of the matching wooden wardrobe. 3D puzzles were lining on the shelves across the room, spaceships from the Star Wars movies, the Star Treck saga and she even noticed there were a few Lord of the ring items as well, tucked in between science-fictions figures. It didn’t exactly look like a girl’s room and Cat found that she wasn’t surprised.

Kara had once told her that back on Krypton, gender was something no one cared about and little girls would grow up fascinated by spaceships and engineering, by sports or space when little boys were free to pursue their interest in cooking or painting or fashion or anything they wanted, really.

Aside from the 3D puzzles and various trophies, the main thing that could be found in this room was books. Piles and piles and piles of books, spilling from the already full bookcases, set on the floors next to the shelves or set atop every free surface available. Cat noticed there was a lot of manuals and explanatory books and her heart ached a little for this lost little girl who had landed on a foreign world many years ago, having to learn everything all over again while grieving her whole planet, her customs, her language and most importantly, her family.

She was engrossed in her thoughts when she suddenly felt two strong arms circle her waist and the unmistakable scent of Kara instantly wafted around her, that mixture of human perfume that wasn’t quite hiding the smell of stars and wind that could never be put into words.

“See something you like?” Kara whispered in her ear and Cat could fell the smile on Kara’s lips brush against her soft skin, right underneath said ear.

Moving to turn around and face the young woman, Cat arched an amused brow and sweetly replied “Now I do, yes.”

She laughed when she saw Kara roll her eyes and she pointed it out “You are spending far too much time with me, Darling. You’re rolling your eyes like a true Grant now, Carter would be proud.”

Kara smirked and then leaned forward to claim a kiss, soft and simple but tinged with raw affection. When she pulled away, she stayed so close that when she spoke, her words landed in tempting breaths on Cat’s lips “I’ll spend forever with you, if you let me.”

Cat felt her heart soar in her chest, full of love and amazement and Eliza’s words echoed in her head : as long as you are giving yourself a chance

She decided, right in this moment, surrounded by Kara’s arms and dizzying scent, that she would. She would give them a chance and make it work because after six months of relationship, she was in it so bad she couldn’t imagine her life without Kara anymore.

Instead of trying to put her thoughts into words, she simply grabbed Kara by the collar of her shirt and started walking backwards, pulling her lover with her before closing the door behind them.

Carter. Peggy Carter.

@astrangmeeting requested: I haven’t seen anyone who does Agent Carter. Can you do an imagine where Peggy sees the reader being picked on by some of her coworkers or enemies or whatever for being openly gay in the 40s/50s and Peggy comes in and whoops their asses. Then she like “Bond. James Bond"s the reader, and the reader is just drowning in their gayness because lets be real Peggy is really hot

Fandom: Agent Carter
Pairing: Peggy Carter x reader
Word count: 1.1k+
Warnings: Homophobia, homophobic slurs

Tags: @asometimestroubledmind @geeky-girl-394

Keep reading

shokundayo  asked:

Gladly XD "How lords reaction if they caught mc bring something like *cough*toystopleasureherself*cough* after being pranked by her friends for her birthday gifts?" Thank you very much 😳😳😳

Woohoo my first (somewhat) NSFW Headcanon in 2017.

Here we go, we’ll start with SFW Prologue then branch out to the Lords’ reaction, alright? Fufufufufu, I had fun doing these, nyahahahah!





To say that you were mortified was an understatement. If mortification had a word for mortified, you would be it. They were all in this together! You couldn’t believe it! Yuki, Oichi and Kiku – it’s almost a given that they would be in cahoot in planning something raunchy for your birthday. Evidently making them swear that they would not hire a male stripper – no matter how hot he is – had not been enough. But, then, somehow, they had managed to get Umeko, Matsuko, Sayuri and Kita (oh sweet mother of god) to chip in too. “You too..!?” you had said to them, feeling utterly betrayed. To which they all had burst into collective giggling.

That was how you ended up going home carrying an armload of… very, very naughty gifts. Ones that you probably would not need anyway, now that you were together with him. The thought of him bring smile to your lips. You had meant to tell the girls of your new beau, but with their scheduling and all, you kept postponing it and for all they know you were still single… And apparently sexually frustrated as well.

You sighed, then smiled. Sexually frustrated was maybe the least possible state you could feel right now. Right! Now all you had to do was bringing all of these paper bags – at least the girls had had the decency to give you a giant glossy paper bag to carry all the stuff. Now, if you could just get home quickly, stow it in the deepest part of your closet and get everything ready for the date, it’ll be perfect.

But of course in your excitement, you forgot how unreliable the heels you were wearing (they were so pretty though) were on the pathways leading to your apartment. The pavements were in poor condition. You managed to catch yourself when one of your heels was stuck in the cracks, but the momentum had sent one of the gifts flying out of your shopping bag.


“Careful,” said a really familiar voice.

Your eyes went wide. He was early. And now he was standing in front of you. And in his arms was… the box containing… that, that… toy.

Keep reading

Lipstick City (Sashea Lesbian AU) by Oxford

 AN: So it’s been a minute. This is the longest fic I’ve ever written at 13K+ and honestly I could have kept going despite it being piss poor in quality. I’m not too satisfied with the ending but it’ll do for the purposes of not going on and on forever! This is inspired by Lipstick City, set a year after the events of the film. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. - Oxford 

Keep reading

Liar 3/? (Tom Riddle Jr/Voldemort Imagine)

A distant clattering pulled you from your unwanted sleep and you turned your head weakly, listening to the soft footsteps of whoever was at your side.

“Oh!” Came a feminine voice, and you cracked an eye open to take a peak at whoever it was, meeting the warm eyes of a middle-aged woman in a white blouse and matching skirt.

“Don’t move, dear,” the woman ordered before turning her back to you and approaching a bed-side table with a metal tray on it, muttering to herself as she read the labels on several vials.

Propping yourself up on your elbows and blinking away sleep, you looked around the room and opened your parched lips to speak. “What happened?” You rasped, noting the several beds lining either side of the room.

“A hex, dear,” she matron tutted, “a nasty one, might I add. Whoever did it definitely wanted to hurt you.” You raised as she turned to face you, a concerned frown on her lips.

“Drink this, it’ll make your throat feel better.” Arching your neck, the woman held the back of your head in her hand, guiding the vial to your lips. Once you were done consuming the tasteless liquid, you felt that tender sensation almost instantly dissipate.

You smiled up at the nurse and she smiled back, “How are you feeling?” You groaned as you sat up and rubbed your temples, “I feel alright, thank you.” The salt-and-pepper haired woman rubbed your back softly as she sat at your bedside, “I’ll call for the Headmaster and your friend.”

Brows raising, you blinked at her, “My friend?” She nodded, wrinkles forming at the corner of her eyes as she did, “The Riddle boy, dear - brought you here himself.”

You gaped at her, probably looking like a fish out of water, “Tom Riddle? You’re positive it was him?” The motherly woman nodded enthusiastically, her cheeks turning a light pink shade. “It was very poetic, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

A smile forced itself onto your face as the matron stood to fetch the Headmaster and as soon as the doors to the hospital wing closed, it dropped. You rolled over and grimaced at the stiffness of your muscles and pulled the covers over your head - maybe if they thought you were sleeping, they’d leave you alone.

“They’re quite well, Professor. They’ve had what potions they can take and should be in tip-top shape within the hour.” The matron chirped pridefully as she re-entered the Hospital Wing, accompanied by two other pairs of footsteps. “It’s a shame this sort of thing happens at all,” Riddle added, clicking his tongue disapprovingly which only made you grind your teeth. He didn’t care and you knew that.

You clenched your eyes shut as the footsteps approached the foot of your bed and a soft humming began circling you. The bed sheets suddenly flew off of you and up into the air, and your eyes snapped open to gawk at the levitating material.

“I believe you’ve slept enough for one night, Y/N.” Dumbledore mused, chuckling at your clearly surprised face. “I’ve been informed of your situation, as has Headmaster Dippet - we believe you were hexed by someone. Do you have any idea who might want to bring you harm?”

You bit your lip as you sat up, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and cringing as your bare feet touched the cold stone floor, refusing to meet that brown-haired prick’s clearly amused gaze.

“No disrespect, Professor, but we both know I’m not the most popular student here. There are plenty of people who would want to mess with me.” You confessed, meeting the old wizard’s gaze. He hummed in response, light eyes watching you carefully as you stood.

“It wasn’t just some harmless prank, Y/N. Whoever did this wanted to seriously injure you.” Tom spoke up and your eyes narrowed at him. You were sure neither the Professor or matron would notice the underlying tone in his voice, but you definitely did. He was mocking you.

“I can think of someone,” you shot back, curling and uncurling your stiff toes. “Do tell.”

Standing up and stretching your sore legs, you ran your fingers through your hair to straighten out any kinks, opening your mouth to respond when the sudden sway of the room had you on your back - luckily on the soft mattress.

The friendly nurse was at your side in the blink of an eye, checking your temperature and snapping her fingers in front of your face. “Y/N, you’re clearly not ready to be out of bed. You should rest.” Riddle said from by Dumbledore’s side.

You shook your head, “I’m fine, thank you for your concern.” You responded sarcastically, blinking as your eyes followed the matron’s wandering finger. Professor Dumbledore let out a soft chuckle at your attitude but it, along with his entertained smile, was hidden by his thick beard. “As resilient as you are, Tom is right. You do need your strength back.”

Frowning and crossing your legs on the bed, you said nothing in compliance. “For how long?” The greying matron tapped her chin in thought before looking you over one more time. “Stay overnight, dearest.” Gawking, you shook your head furiously, “Ma'am, I couldn’t possibly. Really, I’m feeling much better. Surely there must be some way you can let me go sooner.”

“Studies to get to, Y/N?” Tom drawled, clearly uninterested in where the conversation was headed. You shot him a harsh glare and through gritted teeth responded, “Absolutely.”

“I’d also like for you to be escorted to and from classes until we find the culprit.” Tom’s eyes seemed to spark at this, and he turned to Dumbledore with that straightened posture.

“Professor, if I may, I think it’d be best if I was to escort Y/N.” Both you and the Headmaster were surprised by this and Riddle noticed your mouth opening in protest - quickly interrupting, “Professor Slughorn has already assigned me to their week-long punishment for skipping dinner. Wouldn’t it be best if I was to take care of escorts as well? That way I can be sure they won’t skip detention.”

You stared at the silver-haired sorcerer with pleading eyes but he seemed convinced by Riddle’s conviction, though somehow he was still weary.

He responded with a sigh and the stroke of his beard, “That is very wise thinking as always, Tom.” You clenched your teeth and looked away, eyes glassy with tears. You’d had more than enough of Tom Riddle to last years.

“Then it’s settled. Y/N, I’ll meet you tomorrow morning for classes, assuming you have them all memorized.” He teased and you sniffed, defeated. “Fine.”

With a polite nod, the prefect turned and left the Hospital Wing silently, leaving you and your elders alone. Head hung sorrowfully, you let out a sigh and tugged at the sleeve of your striped hospital pajamas and spoke up, “How can I be sure Tom will be able to detect anyone who might try to hex me again?” Professor Dumbledore tangled his fingers together behind his back and turned away.

“Tom is a very capable wizard, Y/N. I’m confident he’ll be able to protect you if need be.” You clicked your tongue preparing your counter when you were rudely interrupted by the long forgotten blanket that levitated just above your head, now dropping onto you and muffling your voice.

“No negotiations, Y/N. I’ll be keeping a close eye on you - you’re absolutely safe.” The sound of Dumbledore’s voice was distant now and you yanked the blanket off off of your head in time to see the crimson silk of his robe disappearing into the hallway.

You sulked more than you slept the following night.